Whew you’ve got your hands full,
The passing stranger said with a grin.
As I wrestled the baby in the pram,
The toddler eyeing him with jutted chin.
I gave the age-old mumbling laugh,
A nod to what he said.
A frown creased upon my face,
‘Why just agree?’ I thought in my head.
Because in truth, I wish I had
The energy to reply that day.
‘What do you mean by what you said?’
Some things you don’t need to say.
For yes my hands are full,
But my heart is overflowing.
My days beautifully chaotic,
As my boys continue growing.
And these days are so fleeting,
Though I’m challenged all the time.
It won’t be long till I can no longer hold them,
Till they’re no longer just mine.
So till they venture out into the world,
I’ll cherish how full my hands are.
Grateful for what I get to hold,
My bright, fiery little moon and star.
